Hold his hand

Close your eyes

The smell of burning

Will pass by

 

Shrieks of fear

Whisper

Or they'll hear

And you'll be next

 

Hush the children

Calm the crowd

Rings are tossed into the fire now

Removed from men

Stripped of clothes

 

Exposing their flesh

 

Rotting away

They have nothing to say

As their children scream

With unease

 

The daunting stone

Cold

 

Reeks of the past

Commands are given

Innocence

For water drops to hit the face

 

Replaced with gas

No going back

 

Silence will line the sky